


A Gentle Touch Stirs The Heart

by DarknessAndFyre



Category: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
Genre: Crowley loves his angel, Exploring feelings, Gentleness, M/M, Minor Angst, aziraphale loves his demon, soft
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-01-18
Updated: 2020-06-30
Packaged: 2021-02-19 02:27:32
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 10
Words: 4,553
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22303774
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DarknessAndFyre/pseuds/DarknessAndFyre
Summary: An Angel and Demon discover that sharing their lives is just so delightful. Crowley finds that he's happy, at last, to just be with his angel. Aziraphale naturally feels the same. They don't have to hide their feelings anymore and both revel in the exploration of each other. Feelings of being rejected and feeling unloved are explored by both regarding Heaven and Hell.
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley
Comments: 44
Kudos: 95





	1. Chapter One

**Author's Note:**

> Just a bit of softness to counterbalance the harsh world. Enjoy!  
> Now, with multiple chapters.  
> I don't think that this will ever be truly finished as I'm writing when I can and when inspiration hits.  
> Updated to add there is a little angst around chapter 6 and chapter 7 but it is very mild. They are just so good together and they talk things through.

Legs tangled in each other's warm spaces. Warmed by the heat of each other. This is how Crowley loved to wake up each morning now, with his Angel entwined in his arms. Warmth shared between them both.

"Mornin'" he whispered to his Angel. Aziraphale looked over at his red tangle of a Demon. He whispered back,  
"Morning, my dear love."

There had been many mornings now that began in this way. Crowley wouldn't believe that he had this, that he was allowed to share his infinite life with this incredible Angel. Not yet.

It had been too long without warmth, without touch, without love. He wasn't going to believe that he could have this yet. One day, perhaps, but, it was all too new, too shiny, too breakable. Crowley didn't believe that he was worthy enough to have this, Aziraphale's love, his devotion, his soulmate. Crowley was a Demon. He'd been told, many, many times that Demons don't love, that they're not able to feel love or to give love. He had always craved a gentle love with gentle touches. He had never experienced any of that until he became Aziraphale's adversary, friend and then his lover.

Aziraphale swept Crowley up into his arms, pulling the Serpent's bony body up onto his plush, full body. Crowley moved his spindly hands over his Angel's chest, gently combing his thin fingers through the soft golden curls that were found there. He stretched up, his mouth seeking Aziraphale's. Aziraphale leaned down and captured his Demon's lips with his own. He moaned into Angelic lips. He tasted like sweet wine with a hint of chocolate. Aziraphale deepened the kiss, caressing the Demon's back, tracing the delicate structure of his back.

They had been gently caressing and slowly kissing each other for hours now. They had lost track of all time. It was ok, neither of them had to be anywhere else or with anyone else. They had nothing to do but to reverently touch and worship. Crowley gripped Aziraphale's upper arms gently.

"So powerful," he kissed one arm and then, the other. Aziraphale gasped as he felt Crowley's hands glid up his arms, to his shoulders. Aziraphale held his demon steadily and stroked down Crowley's back. He sat up a bit and Crowley settled in his lap. Aziraphale marvelled at the slight scaliness of his Demon's lower back. Crowley sighed into his Angel's arms and melted just that little bit more.

"You know," Aziraphale said, "I never really appreciated just how breathtaking your body is. It's a perfect blend of human but, with some not quite human elements. Like here." he brushed his thumbs over the slightly scaly base of his Demon's back. Crowley shuddered a little and stretched upwards so he could luxuriate in his Angel's curls with his quick, nimble fingers.

Aziraphale sighed into his lover's body, perfectly content with the world. He leaned back onto the bed headboard and closed his eyes. His Demon was already soflty snoring. All was at peace.


	2. Chapter Two

Aziraphale woke up next to Crowley. He momentarily started. He tensed up, flight or fight response of his human corporation. He felt a hand being placed very softly, but deliberately on his thigh. He instantly relaxed into that touch, knowing those beautiful hands, with those long, dexterous fingers.

He turned over to view the breath taking sight of his husband. He marvelled at the view, at his Demon. His Demon?!; When did that start? He knew the answer. It had started long ago, on a wall, in a garden.

He had always known that Crowley had loved him. He was an Angel, a being of love, who could sense love. Whenever he came close to Crowley, there it was, shining like a beacon, pulling him home. Home, to Crowley.

Aziraphale wrapped his strong arms around Crowley, giving his bum a cheeky pinch! He settled his head amongst his love's too red curls. He heard a huff, Aziraphale squeaked,  
"Good morning, my love."

Crowley opened one eye, promptly deciding it was too bright and certainly too early, said back  
"Mornin' Angel."

AS he lay in his love's arms, Aziraphale entwined his fingers with Crowley's. Bringing their hands up so he could see their entwined fingers, he simply said  
"Fits."

"We've always fitted together. Since the beginning." Crowley whispered, bringing their entwined fingers up to his lips to place a kiss on his husband's hand.

Later that same day, as the sun went down, Aziraphale and Crowley sat in their lounge. Well, 'sat' would be an overstatement for what Crowley did. He lounged or, more precisely, sprawled across the sofa.

When they had moved from the bookshop and the flat, together, into their cottage in the South Downs, they had brought some of their furniture with them.

Aziraphale moved from his reading chair to the comfortable sofa, beside his Demon. Crowley lifted his head up slightly so that Aziraphale could take up his usual position. The Demon lowered his head into his Angel's lap and got comfortable.

Aziraphale marvelled at the Demon's soft hair, the red tangle growing longer with each passing day. Aziraphale lent back and closed his eyes. He let his mind drift, thinking on just how they had gotten to this stage in their lives, in their relationship.

Aziraphale had been made to be strong, to be the Protector. He was muscular. Yet, as Crowley knew, his Angel had never thought of himself as strong. Not until he had met Crowley and he had redefined himself within Crowley's gaze. He knew that he was thought of as soft and gentle by the other Angels. He loathed to think of himself as soft but, the truth was, he was soft.


	3. Chapter Three

Crowley gazed up into his lover’s face as Aziraphale had closed his eyes. He very rarely left his face unguarded as much as this. Crowley thought that his husband looked peaceful. It had been quite a while since that had happened.

He reached up to stroke his thumb across Aziraphale’s lips. Aziraphale lazily opened his eyes and his smile shone down on Crowley.

“Where were you, Angel?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied, stroking his Demon’s hair. “I was just thinking about how everyone thinks of me as soft.”

Crowley gasped and drew breath as though he was going to vehemently deny that. Aziraphale brought a shushing finger to his husband’s lips.

“I know I am, my lovely. But,” he smiled that smile, “it’s softness in the best of ways.” Crowley sat up and looked over,  
“But, you’re so strong as well, dove.” Crowley yawned.

Aziraphale caught his husband’s hands and brought them up to capture them in a kiss. Crowley blushed, then hissed as Aziraphale swept Crowley up off his feet and effortlessly carried him up the stairs of their cottage, to bed.

Crowley settled back and marvelled at the strength of his Angel. Aziraphale placed him on the bed, gently, shuffling up to lie beside him. Crowley murmured softly, motioning him with his arms, to wrap around Aziraphale. Aziraphale placed his head on his Demon’s shoulder and settled in for the night. He rarely slept but his thoughts lately had tired him out. He just needed a peaceful slumber wrapped up in his love’s arms. 

Later in the night, Crowley readjusted his position, laying his softly sleeping Angel gently beside him. He loved to watch his Angel sleeping. It was such a rare occurrence. He soon settled into the warmth of his Angel’s glow and fell asleep himself.


	4. Chapter Four

The thrum of the rain hammering on the roof of the cottage woke Aziraphale up. It was just getting light. The sky cast a pink hued glow across the thunderstorm clouds that were scattering across the sky. He opened his eyes to find himself wrapped tightly in a Serpent embrace. His love’s crimson locks were soft on his back. He loved when Crowley wrapped himself around his body. It made Aziraphale feel loved and secure in Crowley’s love.

Aziraphale clasped the Demon’s hands as they rested on his belly. Crowley loved Aziraphale’s belly. Well, Crowley loved all of the Angel but, especially his belly. There were many times where Crowley would come up and with questioning eyes. He held his hand out to Aziraphale’s middle. Aziraphale would gently smile and he allowed Crowley to put his elegant hand onto his belly. 

At first, Crowley was just content with resting his hand on Aziraphale’s clothed middle. But, as their relationship grew, so did Aziraphale’s confidence. Then, came the day when Crowley stretched out his questing hand to touch Aziraphale’s clothed belly again. Aziraphale’s hand shot out to capture the Demon’s hand. Crowley’s eyes grew very wide and he held himself so still. Aziraphale held Crowley’s gaze as he guided his hand through the waistcoat and then through the shirt buttons. 

Crowley’s eyes were fully golden as he realised that he was touching the Angel’s bare skin. Aziraphale was wearing no vest under his waistcoat and dress shirt. Aziraphale smiled and took Crowley’s other hand and kissed his knuckles. Crowley was in awe. This amazing Angel trusted him and loved him back. He was the luckiest Demon on Earth.

He was stroking the Demon’s hand that was resting on his belly when he heard the Demon whisper,  
“Hi Angel. Is it morning? It seems a bit dark still.”

“Good morning, my love. It’s just starting to get lighter but it’s still raining heavily. That’s why there isn’t much light yet.”  
Still talking in whispers, Crowley said,

“Weren’t we going to have a drive into London today? I know you want to check on the bookshop. We could stay over at the Ritz overnight, make a weekend of it?”  
Aziraphale rolled over and stroked his Demon’s face.

“Ok, sounds good, my love.”


	5. Chapter Five

They took turns in the bathroom, washing the human way. Aziraphale chose to wear cream coloured trousers, along with a crisp pale blue smart shirt with the old, trusty waistcoat. He also chose a casual jacket to accompany the new ensemble. He waited downstairs for his love.

Crowley chose his classic trademark skin-tight black jeans but paired them with a striking dark emerald green silk shirt and a black tailored jacket with a black silk lining.   
“Oh,” Aziraphale gasped as he saw his love coming down the stairs. Crowley grinned, shyly.

“Like what you see Angel?” He winked.  
“Oh you,” and batted Crowley on the arm, smiling.

Aziraphale spent a little time packing snacks and drinks into an old picnic basket, for the journey, of course. It would be quite a drive and he was hoping to persuade his Demon to stop somewhere so that they could partake of a picnic.

Crowley spent the time checking over the Bentley. When he was satisfied that everything was ok, he slipped back inside the cottage. He came up behind Aziraphale who was packing cakes inside the basket. Crowley wound his long arms around the Angel. Aziraphale captured his hands, letting go of one while turning to face the Demon. He kissed the tips of Crowley’s fingers, one by one.

“I love your hands; do you know that?” He held both hands in his own. “They are so strong and graceful.” He kissed them again.  
Crowley stood, open mouthed, in amazement. He placed his hands, reverently, on the Angel’s belly.

“I love your belly. So soft, so cuddly and…” He trailed off as he sneaked his hand through the buttons of the waistcoat and shirt, “so warm.”  
They both leaned in for a warm kiss. Crowley pulled away.  
“Right, so are we ready to go?”

Aziraphale smiled and gently took Crowley’s hand.  
“Yes, I think so, my love.”  
“Let’s go then.”

Aziraphale locked the door to the cottage, leaving a miracle of protection over the cottage and land.

Crowley went round to the passenger side and opened the door, just as he had always done and would continue to do, because, you know, manners. He may be a Demon, but he still prided himself on having standards. After Aziraphale had placed the picnic basket in the back seat, he kissed Crowley on the cheek and slid into the front seat.

Crowley gave his Angel a smile, closed his door and then walked round to the driver’s side and climbed in. It was not long until Crowley was speeding along the narrow countryside lanes, travelling ever onward to the great sprawling city. They stopped just before the fields turned into a myriad of streets that make up London and its Suburbs.


	6. Chapter Six

Crowley pulled up in a layby near to a field with a small pathway and a gate. He got out and then went round the car to open the door for his Angel. Aziraphale smiled as he took Crowley’s hand to help him out of the Bentley. As soon as Aziraphale had left the car, Crowley reached behind the seat to grasp the picnic basket’s handle to pull it out of the car. He then held his arm out to his Angel (His Angel?! It felt right.)

“Come on Angel, let’s find a nice spot to sit.” Aziraphale took his arm and biting his lip said, looking at Crowley,  
“Oh, yes, let’s find a spot, Honey.”

Crowley raised his eyebrows at the term of endearment, he swiftly took his glasses off and kissed Aziraphale on his warm lips. He murmured into his ear,  
“I like the name Angel” and playfully tugged on his Angel’s earlobe, gently, with his teeth. Aziraphale giggled,  
“Oh, shush, you wily serpent.”

Crowley pulled the picnic blanket out and flicked it out, so it lay flat on the ground. Crowley offered his hand again to Aziraphale to help him to sit down.   
“Oh, thank you, Honey.” Aziraphale saw a slight blush colouring his love’s cheeks as he took his hand, kissed his knuckles and lowered him onto the picnic blanket. Crowley stretched out after he lowered his body onto the blanket.

As Aziraphale started unpacking the goodies in the basket, Crowley positioned himself behind the Angel. Aziraphale grabbed a sandwich and leant back into the strong torso of Crowley who gathered his arms around the Angel. After a bite, Aziraphale held the rest of the sandwich up to Crowley’s mouth. Crowley made a show of taking the sandwich out of the Angel’s hand. He delicately liked the crumbs from the Angel’s fingers, with his serpentine tongue.

Aziraphale turned in his love’s arms and gently pushed Crowley to the ground. The Angel moaned as he reached up to his love’s lips to kiss him. His Honey rolled, so that the Angel was underneath him. Crowley’s hand stroked through his white blond curls and as he kissed him, he whispered,  
“So soft, like my Angel, my Aziraphale.”

The kiss tapered off as they realised where they were. Crowley slid off the Angel and slouched on the blanket again. He held up a cake to the Angel’s lips. Aziraphale righted himself and sat by Crowley. He delicately took the cake and ate it, licking his lips and smiling down on his love.

The sky had begun to slightly darken as sunset made itself known.  
“We best be on our way.” They packed up the picnic and walked back to the car.


	7. Chapter Seven

They arrived at the Bookshop a short while later. Aziraphale unlocked the door and stepped through the wards keeping the Bookshop safe. Crowley followed when he had locked and warded the Bentley.

“Everything seems to be in tip top shape, my boy.” Crowley came to stand next to Aziraphale and looked around the shop, that had served as their base for so many years. He slipped his hand into the Angel’s soft hand. 

“Come on, we’ve got dinner booked for 8.”

Aziraphale grasped his hand more tightly, lifted his long-fingered love’s hand up to kiss the knuckles. He tugged Crowley towards the door. They walked out together, Aziraphale locked the door and made sure the protective wards were up. Crowley opened the Bentley’s passenger door and guided Aziraphale into the car. He shut the door and then got in behind the wheel, shutting the door behind him. 

They soon arrived at the Ritz where Aziraphale checked in while Crowley checked their dinner reservation. Both were in order. Aziraphale joined Crowley just as the head waiter seated them at their table.

“Do you know, Honey? I believe that I’m going to enjoy our little jaunt away.” Crowley smiled at Aziraphale over his glass of wine. 

“I’m glad, Angel. You need to learn to relax sometimes and not let those thoughts of yours get a hold of you, my love.”

Aziraphale cast his eyes downwards. Crowley reached over and placed his finger underneath of the Angel’s chin. 

“Hey now, my love. It’s okay, we are together now. There’s no need to keep fretting.” Aziraphale smiled but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. His hands grasped Crowley’s other hand and held on. A single tear tracked down his cheek.

Crowley brushed it away with his thumb and then leant over to kiss the Angel softly on the lips. Aziraphale whispered, brokenly,  
“I’m sorry, Crowley. I don’t know what’s going on. Can we just go up to our room please?”

“Of course, my Angel.”

Crowley caught the eye of their server and told her that the food was great, but they’d like to pay now. He guided Aziraphale to stand up, supporting him. He gently took the Angel’s hand in his own and led him to the server’s station, to pay. The server mentioned that if they were staying the night at the hotel, then they food would be added to the overall bill. Crowley said,

“Oh, of course, thank you,” indicating to Aziraphale, “he’s had a long week and we were up rather early today.” The server nodded and smiled, while Aziraphale swayed slightly in his arms.


	8. Chapter Eight

After a short lift ride and a even shorter walk to their room, Crowley opened the door and guided his Angel to sit down on the plush bed. Crowley shut the door, toeing off his hoes as he moved to help the Angel take off his own shoes.

“I’m sorry, Crowley.”  
“What for?”  
“Brought back memories, coming back to the Ritz. Of when we were last here.”

Crowley gazed on his love’s face, recognition finally dawning. Of course! The last time that they were here, celebrating after the end of the world was averted. He should have thought. It was always going to be painful coming back here. Crowley had forgotten, he felt annoyed with himself. He had been so wrapped up in Aziraphale and how he was feeling after taking the brave step to be with the Angel, he never stopped to consider that coming back here would dredge up the past.

He took hold of the Angel’s hand and kissed the back. He murmured an apology to which Aziraphale accepted. Crowley whispered,   
“I think that some sleep would do you good, my love. I never considered that coming back would trigger bad memories for you.”

He undressed the Angel slowly, taking off layer after layer. He laughed,  
“Just how many layers do you wear, my Angel?!”

He looked up from where he knelt before Aziraphale, but he was already dozing, struggling to stay awake. He yawned,   
“It’s all of your fault Crowley.”  
“Hmmm, Dove? What is?”

“You’ve made me so tired, it’s good, but it’s tiring.” He chuckled at his own joke, laying down on the soft, comfortable bed. Crowley said,  
“Hold on love, up, for just a second.”

Aziraphale protested but complied. Crowley pulled back the covers, while Aziraphale snuggled down into the soft cotton sheets.  
Crowley tucked the duvet around him, kissed his forehead, then was just about to say,  
“Goodnight, my love, sleep well.” But Aziraphale was already asleep. 

Crowley shucked off his clothes, haphazardly before lifting the duvet behind his sleeping Angel and pressed close to his warmth. He fell asleep as soon as he had snuggled close.  
Aziraphale woke in the night and turned over to be confronted with a softly snoring Demon wrapped up in his arms. He held Crowley close and whispered endearments to his Honey.

“You are the love of my life. My other half, the missing piece of my soul, my soulmate. You have always been there for me and there with me. We’ve been the only immortals on Earth since the beginning. I have known that I have loved you from the moment we saw each other. I realise that I have hurt you terribly in the past but, my Honey, I love you with all that I have ever been, all that I am and all that I will ever be. I love you so, so much.”

He kissed Crowley on his red tangle of so soft hair and gently closed his eyes again. He grasped Crowley’s hand as he fell asleep once again. The grip awakened the Demon fully, his love’s voice had roused him, but he was fully awake now. Dammit! His eyes were leaking. Crowley had heard every word Aziraphale, his beloved Angel, had said to him. He smiled and gripped Aziraphale’s hand tighter and slowly drifted back to sleep.


	9. Chapter Nine

The morning dawned, bright. Crowley awoke first and kissed softly on his cheek. Bright blue eyes opened slowly and gazed into amber gold eyes. Crowley cupped his hand on his love’s cheek. Aziraphale smiled, but again, the smile didn’t reach his beautiful cerulean eyes. 

  
Crowley gathered up Aziraphale and hugged him close, he whispered,  
“What’s wrong, love? I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”

  
Aziraphale turned his head upwards to look at Crowley from where he was being cuddled against the Demon’s lithe body.  
“It’s just that…”, he tailed off again. Crowley shifted so that Aziraphale was leaning back onto his shoulder. He took Aziraphale’s hand in his and kissed it gently. Aziraphale sighed and tried again,  
“It’s just that,” he gulped, “Going back to the Ritz brought back memories of that day. I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions and thoughts that cascaded through my mind.”

  
Crowley’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ shape in dawning realisation.  
“I’m so sorry, Angel. I never even thought.” Aziraphale’s arm slunk around Crowley’s waist and he squeezed his love.  
“It’s ok, I never thought that I would have that reaction either. But, it’s over and done with. We’re together now, that’s all that matters.”  
He reached up to claim Crowley’s mouth with his and pulled Crowley down in the bed to lie with him.

  
He rolled Crowley to him, being the big spoon while Crowley snuggled into his Angel, whispering endearments to one another. After a few long moments, Crowley stretched and moved away from his Angel.  
“Well, as lovely as it’s been laying in bed, we have to get up and go home sometime.”  
Aziraphale groaned and sat up.  
“Yes, I suppose so.”

  
They both got dressed and packed up their luggage. They made their way down to the hotel lobby where the receptionist checked them out.  
They walked over to where the Bentley was parked, hand in hand. Crowley placed the luggage into the boot and then opened the passenger door for his love. Aziraphale smiled and climbed in.   
They drove straight back to the cottage, only stopping for a cup of tea on the way. As they drove, Aziraphale held his hand open so that Crowley could hold his hand in between changing gears.


	10. Chapter Ten

After Crowley and Aziraphale had got the luggage out and had settled, it was just after lunchtime. Crowley walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on for his love’s tea and his own coffee. Aziraphale was standing by the double French doors which opened up to their garden.

He sighed with contentment as he felt his lover’s arms wrap around his soft middle. Crowley hooked his chin over his right shoulder and felt a yawn from Aziraphale in that moment. He turned his love round and said,  
“Why don’t you go and relax in bed, dove? There’s nothing that needs doing today that I can’t take care of.”   
Aziraphale tried to stifle another yawn, without any success, so he kissed his husband,  
“Yes, my honey, I think I may be tired.” He smiled,  
“Would you bring my tea up, my darling?”  
“Of course, dove.” Crowley smiled sadly, as he watched his Angel train through the cottage and heard as he climbed the stairs to their shared bedroom.

It wasn’t long before Aziraphale was asleep, the stress of yesterday catching up with him. By the time Crowley brought up his camomile tea (for relaxation) Aziraphale was fast asleep. He had curled up in what humans called ‘the foetal position’, curled up within himself, to be as small as possible.  
Crowley sat next to him, watching as his dove slept fitfully. He was worried about Aziraphale. Going back to the Ritz had stirred some really strong emotions that reminded Aziraphale of how he had nearly lost Crowley and everything else. He didn’t know how to deal with that. Crowley thought, to himself,  
‘Is there even a counsellor that could deal with post apocalypse fall out? Maybe we could reframe the stress as a lingering trauma from where he’s from.’

He knew that his Angel had been stressed but he had never slept this long. It was way past midnight when Aziraphale stirred. Crowley was lying next to him, enveloping him in his arms, breathing slowly and deeply. Aziraphale looked at his honey, awed at how peaceful he seemed. He shifted slightly and that movement woke Crowley up.  
“Hey, dove. How are you feeling now?”  
“Much better, my honey. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.”  
Crowley kissed his forehead and looked deep into those shining light sapphire eyes.  
“You didn’t make me sad, dove. You worried me a little.” Crowley sighed,  
“Do you think,” kissing him lightly, “that you would want to talk to someone about this?”  
Aziraphale’s eyes grew larger, Crowley made a shushing noise and stroked down Aziraphale’s arms.  
“Well,” Aziraphale said, “who could I talk to? No human would understand, would they?” Crowley sighed,  
“No dove, I don’t suppose they would.”

Crowley enveloped his Angel in his arms a bit further to hug him. He reached over for his phone and was looking at something when Aziraphale whispered,  
“Well, if we can’t trust anyone, we have to trust ourselves.” He looked at Crowley and smiled. Crowley smiled back.  
“That is an excellent idea. Look.”   
He showed Aziraphale his phone and on there were loads of websites that the phone had come up with when Crowley had searched for ‘stress and anxiety’.  
Aziraphale took the phone from Crowley, lightly. 

“Let’s have a proper look in the morning, honey. I’d like very much to fall asleep in my love’s arms.”   
“Well, we’d better let him know then,” Crowley reached for his phone again.  
Aziraphale chuckled and playfully tapped Crowley’s arm.  
“Oh, you! There has only ever been you.” He stared into those honey amber eyes and sighed,  
“I do love you; you know. So very much.”  
It thrilled Crowley to hear his dove talking to him that way. They settled down into bed once more, with Crowley hugging Aziraphale close to his body. Crowley whispered an answering confession.  
“I do love you too, Aziraphale.”


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